The whole room smells like smoke. My stomach twists itself into an annoyingly concerned knot— did Snow Go Off?
More importantly... is he okay?
I check the clock on my desk— it's an ungodly hour of the morning. Too early to be awake. Too early to deal with the problems of a boy who could kill me with a twitch of his hand. Too early to deal with unrequited feelings and an interminable crush. I should do what Snow said— piss off and go back to sleep. Simon Snow is a big boy, he can deal with his own damn problems.
And yet...
It is 2 in the morning. And Simon did Go Off.
"Fuck," I whisper, sitting up.
I have to go after him.
Damn you, Simon Snow. And damn the hold you have on me.
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Something New
FanfictionIt's sixth year, and Simon can't sleep. The Mage has been ignoring him, he failed an assignment, and he can't, for the life of them, find the last of the Six White Hares. Surprisingly, it is Baz-- his insufferable roommate (who is probably a vampire...
